A startling Text

Michael did as he promised, his mind reeling with a thousand terrible concerns surrounding Bonnie's health, barely noticed the vibrating of Bonnie's cell phone as another message was being transmitted through.

Speaking lowly into his com-link, Michael contacted Kitt. 

"Kitt, buddy? I need you to scan Bonnie's vitals. I think something could be wrong with her or the baby... or both. When you finish your diagnosis, I'd like you to call for a doctor... just in case. Y'ha know," Michael gently implored of his co-worker.

"Right away, Michael," Kitt answered obediently. His vibrant red scanners swooshing from side to side as he set about watching over her. 

"Michael? Bonnie's heart-rate and blood pressure are unusually high for her. Did something spook or frighten Bonnie? Because it would explain the observations I am making." Kitt returned. His voice flooded with concern for both the mother and the child. 

"Do you think it's the nightmares?" Michael questioned, his blue eyes widening in concern. 

Kitt thought about the question for a good moment, before answering. 'I don't think so Michael. It mirrors the reactions we've observed during and after her nightmares but this one seems more intense."

A brief pause transpired between the two before Kitt once more spoke, "has Bonnie been acting strangely the past few days?" 

"Now that you mentioned it, she has. Bon's been getting all kinds of messages on her phone. She won't talk to me about them. But she seems upset every time she put the phone down. She wouldn't let me answer it when it rang this morning..." Michael recanted.

Then with a determined look Michael scanned the room for her phone. He spotted it earlier but where? And as if by cue, it began to vibrate with another message. This time, Michael crossed the room and picked it up in his hands.

"Time to see what has been bothering our Bonnie," the curly haired agent mumbled under his breath. 

Who were the messages from? Why was someone texting Bonnie so frequently at 4 am? What did the messages say? Why was Bonnie getting more scared every time she looked at the phone? And what in the world was she concealing?

Michael gasped as he opened the first message:

Garthe Knight to Miss Barstow 4:29 am:  You will be mine. 

He opened the second one....

Garthe Knight to Miss Barstow 4:55: I am the father of your child. You will not escape me

Michael fought back the urge to curse. No wonder Bonnie reacted so violently to the messages. "Kitt, Garthe is harassing Bonnie. Is there a way to block his number?" Michael questioned in severe concern. 

"I'm sorry Michael. I can't hone in on his signal."

Dark-brown brows creased in concern upon Michael's forehead accompanied by a dangerously stormy glower. His blue eyes burned with a fire that could not be easily snuffed out. "We've got to stop him. He is going to hurt our Bonnie... and the child, who I already love. Bonnie's child might not be my flesh and blood.... but I do claim it as my child! Garthe can't have it!"

The phone vibrated in Michael's hand again. He checked the message with an air of extreme disgust taking over all of his physical features. 

Garthe Knight to Miss Barstow: Tick-tock, Tick-tock. You will be mine.

Michael grimaced and let out a pestered growl. He shut the phone off and he breathed into his com-link. "Buddy, if you could, keep your scanners peeled. If I know Garthe... half-as-well as I think I do, he will try to make good on it. We need to protect our Bonnie her unborn child," Michael remarked.

"Absolutely, Michael," came Kitt's confident reply. 

Michael returned to the bedroom and he gently laid down the bed. He molded his body around the slumbering figure of his pregnant wife. His arm draped protectively over her shoulders and chest. He was torn between confronting Bonnie and secretly dealing with the threat. But the one thing that was non-debatable was that Garthe had to be stopped and he had to be stopped sooner rather than later. But how? He'd let this issue consume his thoughts until he could no longer keep his eyes open. 

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